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Revenge Of The Secret Heiress
Revenge Of The Secret Heiress
Author: Belle

She needs help

Author: Belle
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 04:49:05

No one might had known Anika had cried all night. She always raised her head up high and smiled through it all.

"You're basically Cinderella at this point," Anika's friend Anna said to her.

Anika had just finished the laundry. "Exactly. Because I'm married to my prince charming," she smiled, throwing in the last batch of dirty underwear to the washing machine.

"You know there are maids in this house." Anna pointed out.

"No, Desiree has fired them all last week."

Her friend looked shocked,"what? She finally chased them away? That bitch."

"Hey, keep it down. We don't want them hearing."

"They're not at home. It's your wedding anniversary and you're here doing the laundry. It's not fair!"

"What's not fair?" Lark, Anika's husband, walked in. Tall and handsome, with a charming smile. "You talk like we're evil. Anika specifically says she wants to do it herself."

Anika winced. "No I did not," she heaved in a deep sigh. "I'm only doing your laundry now because you like me doing it. And your sister, Tori, added some to the piles."

"Yea, what's that all about? Is Tori living with you now?" Anna asked.

"Anna, could you please excuse us for a minute?" Anika asked her friend with a polite smile. "Thanks."

She turned to face Lark, who was now glaring at her with arched brows. "Okay? What was that all about?"

Anika was forced to squint a frown. "Sorry?"

"How can you tell your friend about us? Like babe, it's personal. You're making it seem like we're forcing you to do laundry now. You love doing our laundry."

"What?" It came out as a soft sigh. "No I don't. You fired all of the staff."

"We're cutting costs. You know my mother said that we should."

"Listen, are they living with us now?"

He shook his head, "I'm disappointed in you right now. How dare you talk bad about my family like that? We saved your life. You were nothing when we took you in."

If Anika had a dollar for every time he and his family always brought that up, heck, she could have been able to afford a private jet by now.

She was not going to fight. "Of course. And I am grateful, very grateful."

"Then what is it? I feel like you're about to ask me money for that dumb woman in the hospital."

Her face suddenly hardened. "Stop, how can you say that?"

Lark snorted. "I've told you. We're too poor to waste money like that."

"Waste mo--" She couldn't take it anymore. Was her tone starting to get rude? "No babe, honey why would you even say that? It's aunt Mary we're talking about. She's so nice, and she's been like family."

Lark had heard this conversation a million times. "Look, she needs around four thousand grand for this operation. We don't have that money right now. We're trying to hit ten million dollars so that my mother can throw the best fiftieth birthday party in the whole history."

Ten million!

"Listen to yourself, honey? And we can't whip a simple 4k gran?" She rushed forward to him, holding his hands in hers. "Honey, it would really mean the world to me. It's nothing too serious, she just needs to get this operation done in under a week. I dunno, the doctors said it could worsen after then. And by then, we'll be spending triple this amount."

Lark barked a scoff. "She's like what? Forty years old? She's old enough."

"Don't say that about her!" Anika warned, snatching her hand away from his. She softened her voice again, "Babe, I'll work hard and pay Desiree back. Can't you just try to talk to her for me? Her party isn't until like, 3 months?"

"3 months is here already—You know what? Why don't you ask her yourself? That's a good idea."

Anika sighed. "I already have!"

"Then do it again. Do it properly. Get on your knees."

On her knees? "Well, I guess you're right. I will."

"Good for you..."

"...soaked in paint. I laughed so hard," Desiree's voice could be heard from outside.

"Oh great, she's back. Go ask her." He held her hand, leading her to the living room. "Let's go,"

Desiree sat down next to her daughter, Tori. At the opposite end, Anna was seated too. "Ah it's great everyone is together!" Anika could feel her heart beating so fast, but she would give this another shot. Sure Desiree would be mature enough not to wish a poor innocent woman death?

"Desiree, Tori, I'd like to once—"

"—ta ta ta ta!" Lark shook his head and flashed her a slight angry look.

Right. She had to...

Anika forced a smile, "I respect you so so much," even though Tori was at least four years younger than her. Anika heaved in a deep sigh, then fell to her knees. Anna gasped out. "What are you doing?"

"Please, I owe you all my life. Without you, I don't know what I would have become. I'll repay you all some day, I swear it. But right now, aunt Mary needs our help. I'm begging you to help, please."

"How much money does she need again?" Tori asked.

Excitedly, Anika responded. "Four thousand dollars. I've been saving but I don't have up to that. And I know Lark would have helped me, but ever since he quit his job—"

"I told you she'd fall to her knees!" Lark roared out a laughter.

Tori said, whining, "aww damn it. I owe you a hundred bucks."

"Yea you do, baby!" Lark said proudly.

"Alright children. You know, that kinda cheered me up a bit, son." Desiree said.

"You're welcome, mi lady. This is why I'm your favorite child."

"Hey! I'm her favorite child."

Anika just knelt down there, shocked at the scene playing before her. Tears had gathered her eyes and filled it. "Um, as I was saying, please Desiree—"

"—honey, help me with that glass of water on the table." The older woman said.

Anika nodded, "of course," then dragged her knees on the ground till she reached for the table. She passed the glass to Desiree and continued. "As I was saying, I—"

But was cut short when Desiree took the glass of water and splashed it all over her face.

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    Carlos came over at midnight.Not the usual midnight visit, with the grocery bags and the pretend errand. This one, he came through the connecting hallway in his coat, still buttoned, and when Anika said the name — Shawn — the change that came over his face was something she'd only seen once before.The last time, he'd been standing in a burned-down garden."Say it again," Carlos said quietly."Shawn. He said to ask you about Shawn."Carlos sat down on the terrace chair, slowly, like a man whose knees had been consulted. For a moment he looked every one of his seventy years, and then some, and then a few more on top of that."Shawn Delacroix," he said. "Of course. Of course it would be Shawn." He pressed his hands together in front of his mouth. "Young mistress, how much do you know of your family's... wider branches?""Almost nothing. My memory's a burned photo album, Carlos. You know that. I know my parents. I know the house. I know the nickname — he knew the nickname.""He would,"

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    You've Grown, Little Girl

    For three days after the night of the noodles, the penthouse was — there was no other word for it — soft.Anika kept catching herself doing things that would have embarrassed the old her. Humming while she made coffee. Wearing one of Christopher's sweaters on the terrace like a person with nothing to prove. Letting him kiss her cheek before they took separate elevators to the same car, and not checking who saw."He's insufferable now, by the way," Casey reported over the phone, delighted. "He did a full cardio session yesterday whistling. Whistling. The trainers think he's having a breakdown.""He kind of is," Anika said, and hung up smiling.The softness even carried into work. The Mercer file was moving. Kessler had a new packet due Friday — she'd found something on the black car at the service gate, she wouldn't say what over the phone, only come in person, bring no one. Everything, for exactly three days, felt like a city at peace.Anika would think about that later — how the univ

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    The Fight & The Make-Up

    Christopher found out on a Tuesday, from a dry cleaner.Not literally. But nearly. Carlos, who knew about the PI because Carlos knew about everything, had let it slip to Ravi as a security matter — "keep an eye near the dry cleaner's, the young mistress has a private arrangement there" — and Ravi, who took his job with monastic seriousness, had flagged it in his daily log. And Christopher, who was a lot of things but not stupid, had read the log line and put it together with three weeks of "work files" and a wife-shaped hole in the no more secrets deal, and by the time Anika got home that evening, he was sitting on the couch in the connecting hallway with the log on his phone and his face wiped of all its humor."Margaret Kessler," he said. No hello. "Private investigator. Retainer paid from your personal account, not the company's. Meetings at a dry cleaner's on Ninth, nine days ago and again this afternoon." He looked up. "The fire. You're investigating the fire. Behind my back. Aga

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    Working Late with Tobey

    The next toxic boss, as it turned out, had a name like a nature documentary: Grant Mercer, Head of Commercial Partnerships."Mercer," Tobey said, spreading his laptop across Anika's desk at 8:40 p.m., the tower empty around them and the cleaning crew vacuuming two floors down. "Presenting: two protected juniors who've each had 'performance conversations' with five women in two years. Every woman he 'coached' out the door got the same words in their file. 'Not a culture fit.' Meanwhile his two favorite account guys got promoted with the same numbers the women got fired over. That's a pattern with a paycheck."Anika scrolled the spreadsheet, and it was ugly and tidy, like most of the things they'd been finding lately. "Complaints?""Three filed. All three 'resolved informally.' Guess who resolves them informally. His golf partner in HR.""So it's not just Mercer. It's a pair." She pulled a legal pad over. "Same play as Santiago, then. We don't touch him while the wounds are fresh. We bu

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    The Investigator

    The PI's office was above a dry cleaner's, which Anika suspected was the point. Nobody looks up at a dry cleaner's.Margaret Kessler was fifty-something, ex-police, built like a reading chair — comfortable-looking until you noticed she hadn't blinked in two minutes. She'd come recommended by Carlos, which meant recommended by fifteen years of careful watching, and she didn't waste a word of the meeting on reassurance."Delacroix," she said, reading Anika's check. "The old case. You're the girl." It wasn't a question. "You were never accounted for. Huh." She looked up. "You want the fire looked at. By who, officially?""By nobody, officially." Anika set a retainer on the desk, thick as a phone book. "This is private. One copy of every finding, to me. No staff, no letters, no emails — dead drops if you have to. Nobody knows this exists.""Because?""Because the last person who looked too closely at that fire was probably a police officer, and I'd like to know how he died."Kessler pause

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    Handcuffs at the Elevator

    The farewell party was Santiago's own idea, which told you everything about the man.He'd rented nothing — his department had "organized" it, meaning two terrified juniors had spent their own money on a sheet cake that read GOOD LUCK MR. SANTIAGO in supermarket frosting. It sat in the break room at 4:30 p.m. Friday, next to a jug of grocery-store punch, while Santiago held court one last time, telling a small crowd of the curious and the trapped about his "next chapter" and "consulting opportunities" and "people don't realize how in-demand my profile is."Anika watched from her office through the glass, absently signing the last of the board packets. The vote had passed at 3:00 — exit terms ratified, shares renegotiated, everything clean. Santiago had even smiled at her across the boardroom when it was done. The professional nod of one player to another.He had no idea.She checked her phone. The message from the district attorney's office had come at 2:47: Confirmed for 5:00 p.m. Ple

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    Call the police!

    Immediately, everyone began to laugh out loud. Anika was too stunned to even understand the situation. How could she be this humiliated like this?Anna grabbed her purse, "I'm gonna head out. Bye, friend." Then ran away. They laughed and kept chatting as if Desiree had not just bullied her. Anika

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    Inheritance

    Anika just stared at him as he explained, then, to back up all of his points, he paused, opened the black bag he'd been carrying, and brought out a neat brown envelope. She frowned but collected it from him to open it. This was his proof after all. NOTICE OF INHERITANCE. To Ms. Anika Delacroix

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    Young Mistress

    Christopher felt his leg turn into a log of wood. He wanted to run, to hide his shameful face from her? Why was this death so personal to him? He had killed the poor woman. Suddenly, her eyes met with his. He could see fire burning in them. "You!" Rage overwhelmed her as she ran towards him. "You

  • Revenge Of The Secret Heiress    Pretty Doctor

    Anika quickly made payment for her medicine, and on her way out, threw two pills in her mouth. She was on her way to the hospital. Heaving in a deep sigh as she arrived at the entrance, she told herself to be strong. She would call Lark again and try to...try to what? Well! She would figure someth

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